And So The Saga Begins...
One lady in particular, her name was Diane, had often invited her to come eat with her and her husband, Jim. Fushia loved their house,it just screamed 'cozy home!'If she had a choice she would want to live there, but since she couldn't, she settled for the occasinal delivery and dinner. Diane came in as she was pondering what it would be like to live there. "Honey, my son is coing back today and i want you to come over for dinner." Fushia had met her daughter, Stacy, but had only heard embarrasing stories about the other one. Supposedly he was in some pop group and was on tour at the moment. Fushia had never pondered which one.She was a country fan and didn't care much for the so-called "bands" of pop music.Her friend, Iris, had also been invied. The two shared the room above the coffee house. Iris was 2 years older that her at 23. Both had run away from there past lives to start fresh as anonomous people.
"Hey, what are you going to wear?" Iris asked laughing. THey both had between them about 5 outfits. Since they were both the same size, often they shared clothes. "Oh, i don't know Iris....I was thinking of...jeans and a tee-shirt?" Fushia said glancing down at her torn jeans and baggy Mississippi tee.
"Good!! That's what i was going to wear!!" Iris said gesturing to her wide legged jeans and Green "Coffee Is My Friend" tee. They laughed, grabbing the delevery they were to bring to Mrs. Diane. While walking to the house, which was only just out of the small town, they sang and laughed. Don't get me, the conveyor of this story wrong, their lives were tough! Iris and Fushia just didn't feel the need for self pity. They were alive, weren't they? They had a job, went to church, sang in chior, were tutored for free by a guy who was currently in his fifth year of college, and they were relatively healthy. What did they have to complain about?
That attitude was exactly what scared many people. The way they thanked God for everyday they took a breath, when all that they had to their name was a couple of shirts, four pairs of jeans, and a tiny apartment above a coffee house. But, still they went on...
And this, my friend, is how the story began......